BILL'S STORY
BILL AS A BOY
BILL'S NEW LIFE
OK, YOUR THE DIRECTOR OF
YOUR LIFE.
CAN YOU DO IT
          WITHOUT GOD?
THIS FRIENDLY DOG KNOWS WHO
HIS MASTER IS.
DO YOU KNOW
WHO YOUR MASTER IS?
Significant Events in my life:
I was born April 26, 1956, in Los Angeles, California, at Queen
of Angels Hospital and raised in East L.A. In 1962, when I was 6
years old, Mama and Pop moved to La Puente, California. My
brother Brian was born in 1962; my brother Albert  in Sept. of
1964.  Albert was a true likeness of my mom. Mama was
diagnosed with breast cancer and given about six months to  a
year to live. We tried to make the most of it.
Fifth grade brought me face to face with Mrs. Howzell, my
teacher, who was an example of the thunderous and “mighty
God” that Isaiah knew. She worked with compassion and
diligence and with a power I would 25 years later call “of God”
to supplement all  that my father did not understand to do for
me.
While in elementary school, I’d become a Cub Scout and had
gotten all my ranks completed to become Webelos in
preparation to be a Boy Scout in junior high. My mom had
always wanted me to do well in all the things I took on, or to
get out and not waste time with it. I stayed with it through
junior and senior high and eventually attained the rank of Eagle
Scout.
In 1970, I entered La Puente High. In 1974
, I took a combined
program of Sociology and Civil Engineering(five year program,
two degrees) at the University of Notre Dame in Indiana.
After
graduation, I fell further into the miry pit.
Alcohol had by now
fully consumed my spirit; I was no longer my own but
belonged to the drug. It would be my comfort, and my
downfall, in the coming years.
By then, I was married. My wife
and I moved to Arizona for her to be able to pursue her
education.
In four years, we would be divorced.
After I left my wife, I entered into another relationship which
produced a  beautiful daughter, Mara.  In 1990, when I was 33, I
found out that my Pop wasn’t my biological father, but had
adopted me when he married my Mama.
My second marriage
soon fell apart
as my wife and I  each developed new
friendships.
In 1992 we separated, and in four months,  the
marriage was finished.       
God was so merciful in my trial.  He directed me , not  to the
man who was my pastor at the time, but to the brother I  now
call pastor; the same man who  had given me money and wise
counsel in a previous time of turmoil. He came and
taught me
about God’s love
in a few short minutes on a Saturday, while I
was in the hospital in a depressed state.
On Sunday, I went to
church, medicated and not fully aware, but still I felt God’s
conviction.
The following Sunday, I went  to church again. As
the man of God preached,  I was again sorely convicted and
fell to the altar in repentance, asking God’s forgiveness.
Immediately,
I was filled with the Holy Ghost and began to
speak in tongues.
My friend asked, “Isn’t this great!?” My
answer was to
ask to be baptized, for I knew I would go to hell
with the sin of my life not washed away.
Having repented,
been filled with the Holy Spirit and been baptized in Jesus’
name,( following the command in Acts 2:38),
I began the walk  
with God that I have today.
Since that day, I’ve been able to direct and teach a drug and
alcohol rehab program,
become an Elder in the church, preach
and teach, remarry, foster and adopt 4 children, and
gain
influence in the community as both a  family counselor, and a
drug and alcohol counselor.
On occasion, I’ve been asked to
preach for pastors in other communities.
God has made a way
for me in all areas of my life
to minister and to teach “in
season and out of season” wherever I go.
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